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Bloodbound Souls: Every Time We Love, the World Ends

Bloodbound Souls: Every Time We Love, the World Ends Every time we fall in love… one of us dies. And the world begins again. She has no memory of him. But the moment their eyes meet, her heart reacts like it has loved him for a lifetime. He looks at her the way a survivor looks at a disaster he has already lived through. Not with hatred. Not even with anger. With exhaustion. Because he remembers everything. He remembers every life where they met. Every life where they fell in love. Every life where the world paid the price. He says she loved him once. He says she betrayed him. He says she killed him. And the terrifying part is… something inside her heart believes him. Bound by matching scars neither of them can explain, they are drawn together by a connection that feels less like fate and more like a curse. The closer they grow, the more fragments of a forgotten past begin to surface — memories of war, sacrifice, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to shake the foundations of reality. But their reunion is not an accident. Someone is watching them. Someone who remembers every timeline where their love began… and how each one ended in catastrophe. Because long ago, in the very first world that ever existed, their love awakened something ancient — a power so overwhelming that reality itself began to collapse. To save existence, the universe created a cruel solution. A cycle. Every time they come too close… one of them dies. And the world resets. Again. And again. And again. But now something is changing. The cycle is breaking. Memories are returning. The force that kept them apart is weakening. And for the first time in countless lifetimes, the choice may finally be theirs. Save the world… or choose each other and watch reality burn. Because some souls are not meant to live happily ever after. Some souls are meant to destroy the world together. And every time they fall in love… the world ends.
ISHIRA_CHATTERJEE · 2.2k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● The heavy thud of the bridegroom’s footsteps echoed against the polished floorboards of the veranda. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hàn Yuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress stood out in stark contrast to the darkness of the room, which was illuminated only by the flickering candlelight. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hàn Yuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exciting night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hàn Yuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The silence that had engulfed the room was shattered by the horrific sound of splintering wood. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hàn Yuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hàn Yuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards and staining the girl’s white skirt. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. Hàn Yuè’s long, piercing scream echoed through the cold air of the chamber, whilst dark red droplets of blood had left their mark upon the white silk of her gown. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼), desperately enamoured with the noblewoman Hàn Yuè, finds his path to union thwarted by formidable political constraints. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a perilous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 20.6k Views